Chapter 25 Give me your hand, little cat: "..."
kitten:"……"
The kitten was temporarily speechless, gave up the urging, and lay down to continue sleeping.
Finishing the topic of his master, Lin Zhusheng took his extra seeds and toured the country, trying to find a corner that could accommodate their growth.
“Squeak—”
While on patrol, he heard a noise from next door and the wooden door opened. He turned around and saw his neighbor who had just got up and was standing at the door to greet the morning sun. His eyes suddenly met his.
Zhang Jing: “…”
Zhang Jing paused while stretching.
If you make eye contact early in the morning, nothing good is bound to happen.
Lin Zhusheng wasn't planning anything bad. He just made eye contact with his neighbor and took a normal look at his neighbor's territory.
Although the yard is not as big as his, it seems like it can grow a lot of things.
Noticing his gaze sweeping across his yard, Zhang Jing didn't understand what was going to happen, but he quickly stopped him based on his first instinct, saying, "Don't come over here..."
Lin Zhusheng climbed over the fence and walked over, rubbing his hands as he walked over, saying, "You don't plan to plant anything in your yard? I'll show you something good."
Good, not listening at all.
As expected, Zhang Jing's yard was occupied.
He lost his yard, and gained half of what it had grown by then, and a bunch of snacks.
“…”
He had been wondering for a long time where this person got the energy to do so many things every day.
Holding a bunch of snacks that he couldn't finish all day, he sat down under the eaves. He looked at the people who were busy in the yard, took a bite of a snack at random and said, "Speaking of which, the day of rest in the training ground is not for you to farm, but for you to practice sword on your own to consolidate your foundation and prepare for the next practice."
Although there were often minor accidents, Nongfu Lin, who had been practicing swordsmanship well, was not worried at all. He just took the time out of his busy schedule to respond, "Oh."
Then he casually asked, "What are you going to practice next?"
Zhang Jing said: "Fly with the sword."
Just a few words, but with great destructive power. Lin Zhusheng paused as he paused. He trembled and uttered a voice from his throat: "...Hmm?"
To retract my preface, his sword training journey might not be so smooth.
Zhang Jing immediately noticed something was wrong, stopped eating his snack, and asked accurately, "Are you afraid of flying with a sword?"
Lin Zhusheng quickly waved his hands and said defensively, "That can't be called fear."
Zhang Jing raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Oh."
He really deserved a beating in this state. Lin Zhusheng twitched his brows fiercely and suggested sincerely with his lifeless eyes: "Why don't you change back to the way you were when we first met? That way I will find it more pleasing to the eye."
Some people are still in this world, but they are already worth remembering. At that time, he was still a little shy and reserved, and he didn't look like he deserved a beating no matter how you looked at him.
It's impossible to change back, we can only hurt each other.
Lin Zhusheng also smiled and changed the original 50-50 split of crops in the yard to 40-60, with him getting 60 and the other party getting 40-60.
An ordinary conversation turned the originally happy farmer into a worried farmer, and his mood was not right so much that both Master and Wuqi could see it.
No matter how unwilling they were, the thrilling sword-flying class that no one was looking forward to finally came.
The person who used to be very active in training was uncharacteristically quiet. He stood at the back of the crowd holding his small broken wooden sword, not saying a word, trying to minimize his presence.
Flying a sword mainly depends on spiritual power. As long as the spiritual power is sufficient, basic control will not be a problem. It is a technical job that seems complicated but is actually very simple.
Master Lin, who had sucked all the spiritual energy from two mountains, had no shortage of spiritual power, so he could make the sword float up easily.
Then adding myself won’t work.
Stepping on his own broken wooden sword, he was cautious when it was one centimeter off the ground, trembling with fear when it was one decimeter off the ground, and when it was half a meter off the ground, he swayed left and right and tactically jumped off the sword to escape quickly.
Zhang Jing next to him clapped his hands, "Great."
The corner of his eye twitched, Lin Zhusheng jumped up, stretched out his hand, and pulled the man off the sword.
Both of them fell to the ground. Although he didn't make any progress, he didn't let the other party get away with it. He picked up his small wooden sword, put it on his waist, squinted his eyes and smiled.
One sword practice session ended with both of them dropping their swords. At the end, Lin Zhusheng received an encouraging pat on the shoulder from the elder, who said it was okay to try again next time.
Objectively speaking, he felt that he would not be able to succeed the next time he tried.
Flying a sword is a required ability for sword practitioners and must be learned no matter what. The farmer, who was still worried, went to the academy and the library in the afternoon. After that, he did not explore the new map as usual. He went home to practice swordsmanship.
When he practiced sword, the ones who suffered were always the peach forest opposite his house and the kitten. No one comes here, so you can practice however you want.
A kitten that was originally planning to go back to bed to sleep was forcibly pulled up and accompanied him to the peach forest. It watched him stand on the sword with sleepy eyes, but he could not hold on for more than a second before jumping off the sword again, and this cycle repeated over and over again.
kitten:"……"
It kept repeating this until it felt dizzy, and for a moment it didn't know whether it was sick or the person was sick.
Finally, after the man jumped off the sword again, it couldn't help but say, "Do you really want to practice?"
"You're rude," Lin Zhusheng said, opening his eyes. "I'm just practicing hard."
The kitten clenched and unclenched its paws and said, "How about you hold on for two seconds?"
It raised its head, pointed its claws at the branches of the peach tree above its head, and said, "If you fall, there will be trees to catch you. You won't fall."
Lin Zhusheng raised his head and patted the tree trunk.
It seems to be quite solid.
Okay, he went up bravely.
He stepped on the wooden sword again, closed his eyes and opened them again. The small broken wooden sword trembled slightly and began to slowly rise into the air.
…It feels pretty good.
He did not dare to look down at all. Instead, he stared straight ahead with a determined look as if he wanted to join the party. He stared at the veins on the peach tree without missing a single detail.
The height is high enough that peach branches can be seen, breaking the previous record of half a meter. Lin Zhusheng switched his breathing mode to manual mode and breathed slowly, his sight slowly focusing on the peach petals on the peach branches.
A gentle breeze blew the peach blossom petals, causing them to swirl downwards. He was caught off guard and his eyes followed them downwards.
——Okay, that’s it.
Just like that, the pupil's focus instantly shifted from the petals to the ground behind the petals.
“…”
The ground was very high, at least two meters above the ground. With a "pop", without any hesitation, he jumped off the sword, and instantly hugged the trunk of the peach tree with his hands and feet, with his face pressed against the bark, and he never moved again.
The wooden sword that was originally floating in the air fell down and landed not far from the kitten, making a few "bang bang" sounds.
The kitten raised its head and stared at the man hanging on the tree in silence. Finally, it sighed and said, "I'll go find Zhang Jing for help."
The man hanging on the tree made a weak sound as if he was about to die: "...Please hurry up."
The kitten walked away with silent and tired steps, leaving the peach forest and walking onto the path.
Fortunately, it saw a figure as soon as it got on the road. The kitten walked over, stepped on the man's shoe and accurately bumped into him, then looked up and said, "That man is hanging on the tree..."
The kitten stopped talking immediately when he met a pair of unexpectedly calm eyes.
The chassis was too low and the field of vision was limited, so it targeted the wrong person.
It’s not Zhang Jing, it’s... um, Wen Baizhou, a person who suddenly came here for unknown reasons.
——It doesn’t matter who it is, as long as it’s a human being.
After a brief pause, considering that there were still people hanging on the tree, the kitten continued what he had just said.
So Wen Baizhou, who had just arrived, was drafted into the army and was taken into the peach forest by Xiaomao.
When they arrived, the person hanging on the tree was still on the tree, with his hands and feet tightly attached to the tree. Only a bunch of hair entangled by a headband and the hem of his clothes hung down. The whole person was stuck to the tree as if he wanted to merge into one with the tree.
Lin Zhusheng became Lin Taosheng, and stayed alone on the peach tree for a while. When he suspected that the kitten had slipped away quietly under the pretext of looking for someone, he finally heard footsteps again. He slowly turned his head, and the moment he saw the figure coming, the tears in his eyes suddenly burst out, and he screamed: "Big Brother!"
It was a voice filled with so much emotion that it made the listeners sad and the hearers cry.
It was so embarrassing that the kitten pretended not to hear it, turned around and squatted to the side with his head buried.
The kitten can turn its head, but the eldest brother can't. Before the person could continue to scream, Wen Baizhou took two steps forward and did not ask how he got up on the tree. He just said, "I'm here."
A gust of wind blew, making the sound of leaves fluttering. In a trance, he felt that the branches on his body were moving along with them. Lin Taosheng closed his eyes, clung to the tree, and made a sound that he was about to die.
He was so weak as if he had suffered ten kinds of torture, and it seemed as if he would start to make his last words and distribute the messy things in his two broken wooden boxes in the next second.
When I closed my eyes, my other senses were infinitely magnified. The sound of leaves and petals rustling in the wind was mixed with the subtle sound of fluttering clothes, which suddenly pulled me in.
"Open your eyes."
The sound of cold jade colliding sounded nearby, making my ears shiver with coldness.
Lin Zhusheng, who was very obedient at the critical moment, opened his eyes, but not completely. He squinted and raised his head slightly, tears still flowing.
It wasn't an illusion, it was really close. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar face that was supposed to be down there. Ling Lie's brows were relaxed, and his eyes were still calm. Perhaps it was just his illusion, but there seemed to be a hint of smile in those eyes.
...smile? It's probably an illusion.
He clenched his fist and lightly pressed the corner of his lips, and temporarily shifted his gaze away from the man who was so tightly attached to the tree that he seemed to have grown out of it naturally. When Wen Baizhou lowered his eyes again, his expression remained the same. He slightly stretched out his hand and said, "Hold me."
Feeling like he had turned into a piece of bark on a tree, Lin Taosheng wanted to move but didn't dare. He moved his fingers once and then quickly stuck them back.
"Don't be afraid," Wen Baizhou said, not retracting his outstretched hand, "I'm here, I won't fall."
Lin Taosheng: "Seriously?"
Wen Baizhou nodded: "To be honest."
A person who dares to do something when he really wants to do it, after getting a positive answer, he did it without any hesitation. Lin Zhusheng raised his hand that was clinging to the branch and it touched the hand stretched out in front of him.
The moment the fingers fell into the cold palm, they were clenched tightly, and then a strong force came.
His line of sight shifted as he moved, and before he was shocked by the sudden change in the extremely high landscape and turned into a screaming upright ape, he buried his whole face in the collar of his clothes with a cold fragrance, and the feeling of weightlessness suddenly came over him as he quickly fell downward.
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